Chapter 417 The Vampire's Conspiracy

"The most loyal servant?!" Keresis said disdainfully, "In return for his loyalty, all that guy can get is death."

"If that's the case, it will be his honor to die for Voldemort, which many of my followers are clamoring for." Voldemort said grimly, "How are your people doing on the British side?" gone?"

"It's coming soon. They are waiting for their chance. You can't expect a group of vampires to break into the house of a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official in broad daylight, looking for a Death Eater who is hiding." Keresis said, "We got the news. Soon, England will host the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, wizards will pour into that country from all over the world, and those nosy guys from the Ministry of Magic will all be dispatched in one place, thinking about safety, lest they be confused The melons found that there was no energy to take care of other things, and we were going to do it at that time."

"Don't make the scene too big, Keresis, we can't get the attention of Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic yet." Voldemort said softly, "I can wait, believe me, you and your people are very important, I don't want your sacrifices to be in vain."

"It's really an honor!" Keresis sneered.

There was another awkward silence, neither of them said anything.

The deep sense of distrust between the two parties is self-evident!

For Voldemort, he could even give up his most loyal servants. There is really no reason to believe that a group of uncooperative vampires would be so important to him.

"Prepare me a body." After a long time, Voldemort said in that icy cold voice, "I can feel that the last magic of this temple is about to lose its effect. I want to get the Sorcerer's Stone and see for myself what is hidden The guy below. I have heard many stories about them, the power of this unknown creature from the void is very unique, maybe it will come in handy.”

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Ivan walked in and followed Sirius into the desolate centaur ruins. They followed the winding and rugged path to the empty square in front of the central temple.

The sight in front of him surprised him.

Compared with imagination, this place is really too lively.

There were hundreds of wizards crowded together, and there was an endless stream of hawking everywhere, which looked like Diagon Alley.

There are a full range of potions and adventure supplies on the stalls. In addition, there are many merchants and even goblins collecting the spoils they just found from the centaur ruins.

These trophies include stone slabs engraved with ancient runes, planetary trajectories, centaur sacrificial items, etc., but the largest number are made of gold in large quantities, with weird and abstract styles, and weird decorations that don't seem to have any meaning.

Aiwen looked suspiciously at a goblin under the banner of Gringotts, and what it had just collected from a team of explorers.

He never knew that the fallen horsemen had collected so much gold.

This fallen centaur seemed to be different from the centaur he knew. In the Moon Temple in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, all he saw were cheap obsidian and granite.

And this extinct centaur clan obviously wants to live more extravagantly.

This is too suspicious. Looking at these gold ornaments, Aiwen doubts whether this is a deserted centaur tribe or an underground vault of Gringotts.

You know, for a long time, the centaurs have been outside the mainstream society of the magic world.

As a proud jungle creature, they usually avoid contact with humans or other creatures unless necessary, and they don't trust wizards or goblins.

They have their own areas of concern, magical healing, divination, herbal medicine, archery and astronomy.

Aiwen has not heard of it, nor has he seen it anywhere. The horse people will be interested in gold, a precious metal that only humans and elves like.

They do not need to trade with the outside world, and they are usually self-sufficient.

A deserted relic left by the lost centaur civilization, originally only a few collectors or historians of magic who were interested in the centaur civilization would pay attention to it.

But because of the gold, it attracted a large number of greedy adventurers in a short period of time.

Besides the shamans who traded in the square, there were many more in the central temple.

On the far side of the square, there are a large number of simple tents of various shapes, which are managed by special personnel and can be rented to adventurers in need.

"It's so strange here!" said Sirius. "Where did the centaurs find so much gold to make these ornaments?"

"Unless they, like Flamel, modify the Philosopher's Stone to give it the ability to turn stones into gold, I don't see how they can do it."

Squatting in front of a booth, Aiwen carefully looked at a mask made of pure gold.

"You only need to pay one hundred Galleons to take this thing away!" The booth owner shouted, "This mask has a high collection value."

"Thank you, I don't need it!" Ivan said, "I think I'd better not touch it."

He stood up and pulled Sirius quickly aside.

"We'd better be careful, there are strange magical reactions on those things." Ivan said in a low voice, "This feeling is very familiar, like..."

He closed his eyes and recalled carefully, remembering the detection magic last night.

And a long time ago, Elaine used that unique imprisonment spell on herself.

"This is magic that only vampires can use!" Ivan said with certainty, "A dangerous curse has been cast on it, but the specific use is unknown."

"Vampires and curses?!" Sirius repeated.

This is really interesting. There are traces of curses left by vampires on the decorations made by the ancient horsemen. There must be a terrifying conspiracy in it.

For some unknown purpose, those vampires scattered the cursed gold ornaments in the centaur ruins to attract foolish adventurers to this ruin.

Aiwen couldn't see any benefit to them by doing so. Avoiding the sight of human wizards and hiding in dark corners was the way vampires should live.

The commotion was too loud, and it attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic of various countries and mainstream society in the magic world. Then the only thing waiting for this group of vampires was their demise.

Even with the help of the curse on the gold, they couldn't catch all the wizards who came to this ruins, and it didn't make any sense to them.

For food, there are too many wizards here.

And looking at the strong and ferocious-looking wizards around him, Ivan wondered if the taste of those vampires would be so unique, how could this be acceptable.

If it is not food, then the only purpose of gathering so many people... (To be continued.)